My pen will run out of ink,
And I will still be writing About war, And the taste of rainbows, And what's it like to grow older. I will still be dreaming Of a better world. For the void to be filled , If only for a moment, A moment of bliss. I will still be longing To fall in love All over again. To be part of a world That doesn't shut his eyes To the underdogs. To be part of a world That I am forever bound to, To be human. It is nothing but a journey Into humility, Into the unknown, Into the space Between this pen and the next one. With every stroke I will breathe Until I'll run out of breaths And I will no longer be Part of a world.
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AuthorIn April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling. Categories
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